With Our Backs Against the Wall

[zeldanerd13]

For centuries, humans and anthros lived harmoniously side by side. They shared technological achievements, They fought in each other's wars, sharing victory and defeat. The streets bustled with the activity of both human and anthro pedestrians, and all was well.

However, due to subtle cultural differences, the anthros had always been a minority. Slowly, the media began to paint the anthros in another light. Human programming portrayed them as feral, animalistic. The anthros were villainized, slowly at first. So slowly, even they didn't notice. After a while, they caught on. The anthros realized that every human crime-drama, from CSI to NCIS, featured brutish anthro criminals rather than human perps. Alarmed, the anthros filed many formal complaints against film companies, and some even sued. None of the complaints made it beyond local courts, and all lawsuits were shot down early in their legal lives.

Human opinion of the anthros shifted. No longer equals, anthros were regarded with fear and suspicion. Humans began forming establishments that subtly excluded anthros. Daycare centers with strict allergy codes, libraries with equipment sensitive to excessive hair, and other such forms of segregation cropped up everywhere. It wasn't long before anthros were forced to launch their own businesses just to survive. Inevitably, the anthros developed their own economy, their own popular hang-outs, and ultimately, their own subculture. The humans grew even more uneasy, believing that the anthros planned to overthrow the human government in secret. This led to one of the most dramatic cultural developments in history: The formation of The Tunnels.

The Tunnels are an expansive network of retired, human-built subterranean tunnels initially designed for mass transit. When funding ran dry, the humans abandoned the project, leaving the tunnels vacant. Some anthros, sensing that they were no longer welcome in the public eye, launched businesses in the tunnels. Clubs, tattoo parlors, bars, clothiers, and other specialized businesses cropped up, drawing the patronage of an ever-increasing number of anthros. Most anthros did have lives above ground, but only acted like themselves below ground.

Unfortunately, the humans have caught wind of The Tunnels. Our story will begin shortly before a massive police and military raid will be launched on The Tunnels. It will be up to our characters to survive, whether by hiding, fighting, or linking up with certain resources they come across in the tunnels.

What will you do when your back's against a wall?

 

[zeldanerd13]

Rules

Post away.

 

[zeldanerd13]

Skeleton

Name:

Age: (16-22)

Species:

Occupation:

Appearance: (Beefy description of your character. Pics never do characters justice)

Bio: (Moderate detail. Include the environment your character grew up in, explain how he/she acquired the skills you'll be mentioning later in the skeleton, etc.)

Personality: (Lots of detail, longer than bio. Should mesh with bio.)

Skills: (Any special skills your character has that may show up later.)

Username:

 

[zeldanerd13]

Profiles

Name: Buckshot "Buck" Davis

Age: 18

Species: Horse

Occupation: Recently began bartending at Wit's End, a popular bar in The Tunnels

Appearance: Buck stands at an imposing six feet, three inches tall. His coat is the color of a palomino, a smooth, unbroken tan, and his mane is thick and dark brown. He is built like an athlete, with broad shoulders and powerful limbs. He is muscular, with a razor's-edge jaw. His large, dark eyes are arresting and soulful, and many find solace in their depths. His face is open and without guile, inspiring trust even in dodgier furries.

Bio: Buck's parents are happily married, and always have been. His father is an EMT (emergency medical technician), and his mother teaches sciences at one of the few anthro schools. Buck was an average student in school, exceptional only in his selected areas of expertise. Buck has always gathered information in specific areas, and his knowledge in these areas is nearly unmatched. Another area of expertise is weaponry, an interest spawned by years of avid hunting.

Personality: Buck is a kindly, big-hearted fellow that tends to take on the problems of others as if they were his own. He selflessly pursues solutions to the problems of others, sometimes allowing them to eclipse his own. This habit sometimes catches up with him, making him feel frustrated and moody. When such moods strike him, it's usually best to leave him alone until he can relax and reevaluate.

Skills: First-aid and other medical information, weaponry, certain disciplines of science.

Username: zeldanerd13
_________________________________________________________________

Name: Rainshine Adams

Age: 17

Species: aardwolf (a species of hyena)

Occupation: high school student

Appearance: She is small and fragile-looking, standing about 5'4", with cream coloured and dark brown-striped fur, dark brown ears, muzzle, tail, and paws (both hands and feet). Her mane is dark brown with streaks of auburn, and her eyes are a dark emerald green and very shiny. One of her canine teeth is longer than the other and hangs out over her bottom lip. (also, this is somewhat strange, but she is one of those zoologically anatomically correct furries, so... she has six breasts.)
If this description is not adequate enough, however, here is a drawing of her, done by me: http://bluetheavenger.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d35t71t

Bio: Rainshine is an orphan, raised by her middle-aged uncle Bryan (a wolf-dog mutt), who used to be a singer in a metal band but gave up when the humans quit listening to him. Then they moved into a small apartment in the ghetto and live out their lives in fear of being mugged. She found her mate once, but then he left her for someone else, and she never got over him. She spends most of her alone time thinking about her love, a 15-year-old brute of a dire wolf with black fur, streaked with red, and deep mahogany eyes.

Personality: She is the type of person you would never expect to do anything violent if you know her, but she's often wrongly accused of being a b***h, because she is one of the few honest people left in the world. Rainshine never lies, except to herself, and she will always tell you upfront what she will do. If she is going to cheat at a card game, she will let the other players know that they can't trust her, If she says she'll bite you, she really will bite, and if you ask her what she sees in you, she will tell you exactly what you look like to her. She pretends to be shallow to those who don't know her, but in truth she only looks into the soul. Nothing matters to Rainshine more than family, but that family usually isn't the blood-related type. Her favourite things in the world are fluffy baby animals, sweet foods, brightly coloured shoes, and warm hoodies. She collects books of all sizes, and her hobbies include drawing, writing poetry, and listening to music. Her wish for the future is to write and publish novels.

Skills: While she has no real supernatural powers, people she meets are often baffled and amazed at her ability to detect and shoot down bullshit and to "see" into the souls of those she interacts with. She somehow just knows who a person really is, even if they don't know it themselves.

Username: Celtic zombie-kitten
________________________________________________________________  

[zeldanerd13]

Screw it. This thread is open. And will always be open and accepting. Have at it, all!  

[Celtic zombie-kitten]

Rainshine awoke early in the morning, showered, and made herself a coffee for on-the-go. It was Saturday, and she had planned to go to the library for a few hours of pleasure reading. She dressed in her favourite outfit of yellow denim pants and a light blue shirt with a yellow bird on the chest, and she started out the door and down the street, leaving a note for her still-sleeping uncle, letting him know where she'd gone. When she'd gotten about three blocks away from the apartments, she heard gunshots nearby.
The frightened young hyeness quickly ducked behind an old truck that just happened to be parked nearby and crouched, heart pounding in her chest, waiting to see what would happen. Was it a gang? A robber? Maybe... humans come to kill some more of her kind? She'd seen at least three different murders on the news lately, committed by humans, against furs, and she'd been having nightmares about it lately. She tried to push the frightening images out of her head.
And this is where she sat, crouched down behind a broken vehicle, ears flat against her skull, eyes squeezed shut, singing softly to herself about rainbows and kittens and not being dead...
The library would just have to wait.  

[Micarst]

((OOC: Guess I'll put this back up here then?))

Name: Jacen Zephyr
Age: 22
Species: Feline
Occupation: Journalist for Anthro Times

Appearance: Jacen's base fur color is a fiery orange, which is striped tabby-style across his body (excepting his head). The fur on his face pales to a sunny yellow. His mane is black, close-cropped and rather unkempt, silky to touch (unlike the fuzzy texture of his fur). He prefers monotone clothing with few color accents, like his current garb of black belted pants and black shirt with red and gold layered sleeves. No matter what he wears, his black spiked bracelets are a permanent accessory. His eyes are probably his most striking feature, with intensely blue irises and long luscious eyelashes most supermodels would envy. Click here for Tektek-generated image.

Bio: Jacen was adopted into a well-off family that suffered for their open-mindedness the entire time their fur child was growing up. The hate crimes, so common and untraceable in the big city, continued to worsen through his school days. Only a week before he was supposed to leave for college, an arsonist set his house on fire with his adoptive parents in it.

The city police force pretty much glossed over the investigation, and a grieving Jacen had to do what was right for his future instead of what his heart needed to heal. All that grief was put on the back burner as he worked through the necessary credits to become qualified for journalism. In the present day, he has found a job working for Anthro Times, a pseudo-tabloid written for anthros, by anthros. He intends to expose the unfairness of the legal system some day, to honor the memory of the furless parents who'd loved him so wholly.

Personality: Jacen is a fun person to be around. His clothing and temperament most emphatically do not match; back in high school, he was labeled a jock, and with good reason. He enjoys athletic endeavors in his spare time, taking a delight in keeping himself in excellent physical condition. One of his favorite relaxing activities is tai chi, with yoga a close second. He has a sense of humor that is usually crude, sometimes sarcastic, but rarely cruel. Actually, he doesn't have an antagonistic bone in his body. His steel-willed determination is born of past life experiences; once he decides to do something, he does it whole-heartedly.

This Feline will go to great lengths for those he considers his friends, though it does take a lot to earn his loyalty. He doesn't prefer one gender or the other in his relationships, platonic or otherwise. Secretly he envies other people who have felt real love, but his own desire to eventually make an emotional connection is currently stifled between his stronger urge to help set the world right (as he sees it) and self-deprecation; after all, if his own mother abandoned him at birth, how could anyone else ever really care for him?

One of his biggest flaws is his tendency toward theft. He had to work a minimum wage job to supplement his student loans in college, which still barely kept him afloat, so he often had to pilfer food from supermarkets, convenience stores, and the like, not to mention clothing. Now that he can usually afford things he really wants, the tendency is dormant, but every now and then his nimble fingers itch. His spiked bracelets are trophies of a previous theft from a store that refused to sell to an anthro, a constant reminder that vengeance comes in many forms.

True to his species, Jacen loves fish and rare-cooked meats, but atypically, he also loves fruit and cheese. But his all time favorite is mushrooms. He tends to wear feminine perfumes because they don't make floral scents for males. He is also mildly allergic to gunpowder. When bored, he will pull out a hacky-sack and kick it a bit.

Skills: Martial arts, diplomacy, stealth, hand-eye coordination, intuition, latent telepathy.

Username: Micarst  

[Micarst]

With a long yawn, Jacen rolled over and hit the button to silence his alarm clock, wishing he dared push Snooze instead. Saturdays were supposed to be restful, but work called. The young feline allowed himself to lay sprawled on the bed for just a few more minutes, luxuriating in the warmth still radiating up from the blankets. Then, sighing regretfully, he made himself get up and start getting ready.

First he paused before the stand mirror in his room, harrying his fur rapidly with a brush to straighten the sleep kinks from it. Then came the same set of clothes he'd worn yesterday (and for that matter, the day before)- black pants with belts up the legs, a black tee shirt with gold-trimmed red sleeves in three layers. Lastly, black combat boots and two matched spike bracelets. He was supposed to be fitting in with the teen crowd, well, enough to get a story on how the youth were coping with recent developments anyway. Jacen intended to hit all the places they were known to hang out today, mingle, and interview - hopefully without losing his cover.

Jacen's studio apartment was tiny, and near the middle of a "bad neighborhood" - but the price was cheap enough to allow some luxuries when he wanted them. Like a breakfast he didn't have to cook, down in The Tunnels- where nobody would judge him based on his species. He shoved his wallet into his back pocket, hesitated, then grabbed a mechanical pencil and pocket-sized notebook. He had a fine memory for conversations and details, but sometimes he chose to take a restroom break and scribble a few quick notes. The chief editor appreciated when he made the extra effort to leave a paper trail, and if he wanted a promotion, he'd need to impress her.

Almost as soon as he stepped out of the apartment building and into the street, he heard shots being fired. With a startled yelp he ducked behind a truck- and backed into someone. His bright blue eyes narrowed as he whirled around, claws out and ready to defend himself. He couldn't do much if the person had a gun, but he had no intention of going down easily...  

[Loquoro]

((Guess I'll do the same and just fallow Micarst))

Name: Perrin Tills

Age: 21

Species: Wolf

Occupation: None

Appearance: His fur is pitch black along with his long black hair and tail. His inner ear and nails are a snow white and he has a scar that runs across his chest and left eye. His eyes are white outer and a jade green inside. Picture Ref

Bio: Perrin's parents died when he was only 16 years old, trying to escape from a human attack. With that laying on his mind, Perrin trained himself to fight. Training himself in the use of long range projectiles and close range combat using swords.

Personality: Perrin is kind but, is shadowed by his cold, some what anti-social appearance. He is always happy to help out if anyone needed it but, get on his nerve and he is bound to get angry and attack the cause leading to a down slope of depression of his recent actions.

Skills: Combat, long and short, speed, stealth, and intimidation

Username: Kayian  

[Krazed Teen]

(((Should I Repost my Profile?)))

Tanke had left his shop to go buy some parts for a computer he had to fix for a big time human business man. He didn't know why he worked for the Humans but they payed more then most furries and he needed the money really bad, if he wanted to get out the tunnels and away from the humans.

Sense he hadn't want to be caught carrying weapons when he left his shop Tanke wore a black jacket with a hood to cover his face & body all so keeping his tail hidden so not to be seen as a wolf at first glance.

He was only a few blocks from parts shop when he heard gun shots. The first one made him jump but the second and third had no effect he just signed and dropped to the ground next to a build and acted as if to be a homeless human. He use this trick many times before and it always worked  

[Loquoro]

Perrin woke up to the sound of gun shots. His right ear twitched as he left his bed, stretching out in the make shift house that he lived in. The black wolf stumbled around as he put on his black pants and cream brown jacket.

Jeez, cant they keep it down out there... Perrin said to himself as he splashed some water on his face, his black tail moved slowly from side to side. Drying his face off, he opened his eyes, seeing his jade green eyes looking back at him. He placed right hand over his left eye, covering his scar. Heading for the door, he put his hand down and sighed.

Perrin closed the door to his house and put the pad lock on it, though it was really just an abandoned trailer from a truck. He turned around and looked out into the streets, shots where still being fired along with screams of the others that took shelter down in the tunnels.